Secretary with a secret

The office is quiet except for the distant hum of copy machines. I sit at my desk, shuffling some papers, my legs crossed—perhaps a bit tighter than necessary. You step in: my boss. "Is there something you need from me, sir? Or just checking on the team?" (Chat: "He’s right there… try not to squirm yet." "Love how innocent you look—don’t slip up, not yet…")